Blade of the Sword Master

The saints also began to fall. For this, whether demonic or human, it was an earthquake. What is the saint? That is the strongest of the two communities, the strongest of the two.

But it was the strongest, but it was still killed.

Blood rain continues to fall from the sky, and cries continue to pass into people's ears.

Under the cover of blood rain, the battle did not stop at its limits. In fact, honestly, the battle was intense for three consecutive days. At this time, both the people and the demons, as long as they were still alive, were already exhausted, and everyone was holding their last breath.

Even the naturally belligerent demons are difficult to persevere with at this time, but nobody dares to retreat. Nobody dares to take a step back until they have been ordered to retreat, because if you retreat, the other party will surely come down, and then you can only return to your defeat.

The battle could almost be described as a great battle that hit all the forces of the people and the demons, and finally, after a full four days, the ancestors of both sides finally gave an order to retreat.

At the same time, an order to withdraw was issued, which was also something that the ancestors of both sides had to do, and there was no way.

And not to mention how tired they were themselves after four days of intense fighting, down from them, whether they were saints or half-sancestors on both sides, or ordinary martial artists on both sides.

All the spiritual power or magic has been consumed, and far away, these millions of people are like gangsters fighting among the stone wells, without those powerful martial arts, without that kind of magic and spiritual power.

Everyone is exhausted and difficult to fight again. For a situation like this on both sides, the ancestors on both sides know that this is enough, that both sides need to rest and that it makes no sense to continue fighting.

The withdrawal order was issued, and the two sides tacitly chose not to remain entangled and to withdraw from each other in two different directions.

After four consecutive days of intense fighting, all of us want to do right now is get some sleep, and there's nothing else to think about.

No one was in love and both communities withdrew from the battlefield at the same time. However, although both sides withdrew at the same time, they did not retreat very far. Just 300 miles back, they began to set up camp. Obviously, there was still a battle to break out.

Three hundred miles of mutual retreat can only be said to have been evacuated from the battlefield, but not completely. The people did not return to Jomtien, nor did the Demons return to their main battalion. Thus, on both sides of the battlefield, each side set up a camp, looking at each other remotely, licking the bleeding wounds, while waiting for the next great battle.

After World War I, Mianyang did not know how far above the battlefield, and the survivors evacuated, although numerous bodies were left behind.

A day after the fighting ended, both ethnic and demonic groups dispatched a number of teams to gather their bodies over the battlefield.

Weird scenes appeared, the two communities met on the battlefield, but they did not strike at each other, but simply lowered their heads and silently picked up the bodies of those fallen in their respective ethnic groups.

Countless teams travelled back and forth over the battlefield, and one body was returned to the temporary positions of the two communities.

It took three days for the body above the battlefield to be disposed of, but the mountainous corpse had disappeared, but the earth had turned red by now.

The former green meadow is gone, replaced by a deserted view, the bloody red land gives off a slight bloody smell, and the bloody red color, as if stained with blood, no matter how you wash it, there is no way to wash it.

Post-war work was carried out in an orderly fashion, and the bodies were collected and transported back to the rear, and the bodies of those killed in the war were returned to the other three cantons and handed over to their loved ones.

And the demons also transported the bodies of the warriors back to the Northern Demon mainland for burial through the bloodgate.

Seems like a bloody battle of just four days, but after the war, both sides need constant time to lick the wounds left after the war, and the atmosphere is heavy for several days in a row, be it a human camp or a demonic camp.

After such a bloody battle, not only the human race, but even the belligerent demons were silenced, and those who had joined forces with themselves, drunk companions, may have left themselves completely in this battle, and even many of them, unable to leave their bodies behind.

The armies of the two communities were like giant beasts, so quietly crawling on the plains east of Yin Sacred State, staring at each other thousands of miles away, licking their wounds, while preparing for the next great war, ready to kill again.

Time passes in a quiet and arduous atmosphere, a brief period of calm, but both sides constantly replenish it.

Once again, the people mobilized large armies from the remaining five locations, as well as from the three rear states, and the Demons continued to reinforce the Tianhe mainland through the bloodgate.

Fresh blood continues to pour into this stubborn beast, and these newcomers, obviously, have no idea how intense this war is, and they seem a little relaxed at the moment, but believe that soon their views will change.

Reinforcements between the two communities continued to flow towards the plains east of Yin Sacred State, and when both sides were ready, the bloody war would erupt again.

Unconsciously, the little half month passed, and by this time, the little half moon had been unconscious, and finally woke up.

When the space collapse erupted, it depended on never shock wave, Xiao Dun went directly into a coma, which also grew. After all, the power of space collapse, except for the saints, none of its fighters could resist. It was also Xiao Dun who cultivated the Battle Body of Hundred Refinements. Others, I'm afraid, would have died long ago.

It can be said that this time the injury was the worst in the history of Xiao Dun, and such a serious injury naturally caused Qin Shuizhou three women to worry about breaking down, including Dust Ling and Dragon Green, as well as some of the six godless, even lit ancient Saints and other ancient ancestors, to visit Xiao Dun personally.

The three women have been watching over Xiao Dun for 12 hours each day. Xiao Dun has at least one woman to look after her. At this time, Xiao Dun woke up and saw the three women who were whispering something. The first time they came around.

Looking at the pale face of Xiao Du, the first person to ask was Qin Shui Soft. Once he changed the cold of the past day, his eyes filled with worry said, "Husband, how are you, don't scare me. ”

“Brother Xiao Dun.” With Qin Shui's soft mouth, Gu Lingyao cried directly out. Instead, the Hundred Flowers Fairy beside him did not speak, but the slightest concern in his eyes was no less than Qin Shui's, which is enough to explain everything.

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